As time goes by, I’m sure many of these stray thoughts (or WTF? or Wait, what about…moments) will rise up in our soggy little brains, so here’s mine for today:
As the colonists were moving off, carrying their duffle bags with them, did anyone hear the clinking of bottles?
What are these people going to do w/o their alcohol?!?
Adama, Tigh, Ellen; not long for this Earth.
(Unless Farmer Baltar can brew beer and fast.)